Awakening [Any/All]

[Longclaw]

LONGCLAW

-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-

Firstly, he’d been looking for someone else. Someone who was, most definitely, not her.

Is he disappointed in who he ended up with? Not really. Longclaw finds it hard to be bothered by much these days, regardless of how he displays it. His feelings have dwindled to nothingness, only mild curiosity over certain subjects and of course, the deep-rooted longing for Femur remain. If this mare confuses his easy banter for something else, well … that was her fault.

“Although,” She starts, and that one word has a single ear flicking back to listen with newfound interest, “I do wish for more.” She finishes. Longclaw can hardly help himself - he grins. “Is that so?” The blue devil muses aloud, humming softly under his breath as their sure feet lead them through less-entangled woods. “Does your man need some pointers?” He jokes harshly, though the tone of his voice is light. It was too easy to paint her boredom as a lack of satisfaction.

He draws once more to stop, turns to face her with that same devilish smile. “Or we could skip him altogether and get directly to the matter.” He winks.

A chuckle rumbles about the iron cut of his chest before breaking free to fill the air around them. “I jest, of course.” He says nonchalantly, turning away once more even though the thought settles quite firmly into his mind. He has no doubts that she would love it, if she gave him the opportunity. (Wonders even if she might consider it - patience now, patience wolf) “If it’s more you’re seeking, I may actually be able to help you.” Longclaw sighs, parting the overhang of a nearby branch to show her a vision of the opposite beach; already the two have navigated the length of Tephra’s main island.

Now his own personal area, the leftmost body of Tephra land, looms ahead in the distance. His gaze cannot seem to tear away from it. “I suppose it depends on what you’re truly wanting.”

An idea grasps him. The vigor of his earlier anger and short attitude drains slowly, replaced by a new tingling that grows in the cavern of his heart and begins to fill his veins with black intentions. “Would you like to spend the night with me, Zephyr?” He tempts, forcing his eyes to remain locked on the outlying spot of land instead of turning them back to where she waits. “Because I would like that, very much.” He murmurs, choosing now to tilt his chin in her direction and snare her with a blazing, emerald look.

@[Zephyr]